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be my escape- relient k
I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging
You to be my escape.
I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You
So were You
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
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i had an sudden urge to blog about the nemo fish in my fish tank.
now, this nemo fish in my fish tank is orange and has a black spot that covers a quarter of its little body. and it spends its day swimming from one hole to another. how uninteresting is that. But when it swims into the hole (of its own accord), it spends a good five minutes looking perplexed as if to wonder how the hell it got into that hole. then the next five minutes trying to manuver its way out of the hole and when it's finally out of the first hole, it swims straight into the other hole.
fascinating.
school was unbearable today. spent the first half of the day sniffing and sneezing, and the other half of the day trying not to sneeze. darn flu. oh wells. just goes to show that the flu jab i got last year didn't work. wasted.
i want to sit in coffeebean with my friends and make intelligent conversation.
i want to spend my saturdays in town, catching movies and basically just having a blast.
i want to lie in bed and read my nights away, without feeling guilty.
i want to have a day where i can play without the sense of the impending doom of up-coming prelims hanging over my head.
i want to come home from school, fall into the embrace of my bed and sleep until dinner.
i want to play soccer and get injured to my hearts' content without a lecture from every adult i come across.
i want to hang out at tournment venues and watch eveyone play.
i do not want to force myself to school sniffing and sneezing in fear of missing the Precious double chem periods.
i do not want to stuff my head into the textbks, trying unsuccessfully to make sense of the letters running across the line in a cloud of medicine-induced haze.
i do not want to be forced to stop training for fear of injuries or to concentrate on the prelims.
i do not want to lug my heavy bag home after to school and force myself to sit down at the table to do work.
i do not want to get a lecture from my mum everytime i sit down in front of the tv to watch a show.
how i wish.
everyone seeks so desperately for comfort in the fact that it will be all over in a few months. we reassure ourselves that the results will make it all worthwhile.
the end is in sight, but yet it has never seemed so far away.
oh and did i mention, chem practical this sat from 11.30-2.00pm.
everyday seems like an enternity, when will it ever end.*